Declan Ryan is a 26 year-old writer from Athlone, Co. Westmeath Ireland. Having gained a BSc in Pharmaceutical Science in Sligo and recently moving to the Dublin to pursue a masters in science, all while maintaining a creative side through poetry, song-writing and photography, it’s clear that he is a naturally curious induvial, with a love for self-expression and creative writing.
On a snail.
“You’ll always have a home here”
“Where my ashes lie,
Where the Shannon meets the sky.”
A face that mimics death,
With wrought brow and heavy breath,
Elderly Armchair Yoga,
Exercises eternity now
Biscuit crumbs and inaudible snore,
His sly eye glances,
At each creaking screech of the door,
Indifferent sighs to implore
A return to slumber,
Eventually our eyes do meet,
“I’m tired”, says he as he puts up his feet,
Covertly counselling his opinion,
I sense as such,
And offer mine grinning,
Not all are down in this world,
And easy to beat!